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He woke with his head pillowed on arms folded on his desk, blinking into the early morning light filtering in through the windows in his ready room. Kirk wasn't sure how he got there, as he didn't recall sitting down at any point...nor did he remember pulling out a PADD on the Kelvin. He sat upright and picked it up, regarding it with open confusion, too focused on it and the picture of the man he was the spitting image of to notice the tablet feeding this visual to the rest of Taxon.

"How did--"

A sudden rush of memories and information that filled in the gap that was the previous week made him wince. Dropping the PADD back onto the desk, he pressed his hand to his eyes and left it there. So, it seemed he'd been glitched again, only into his twelve-year-old self and not a girl. Thank God, though he wasn't sure which one was more embarrassing. At least he remembered this time and now knew that his younger self had pulled the information up on the PADD out of curiosity about his father.

"I am getting really tired of this."

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"Maybe we shouldn't talk about it," Henry had to wince, "do you really want to give this place ideas?"

Now that, he could agree with. No sense in giving these aliens in charge any new ideas when they already seemingly had plans for them. Plans that were either carefully orchestrated with purpose or randomly drawn from a hat of pre-proposed glitches. Whatever the case, they were just another (and rather large) item on the list of reasons to hate this place.

"Think they'd get ideas about sending us home if we talked about that nonstop?"

"There's a dream," he actually sounded wistful for a moment. Even with the Sanctuary here it wasn't home. He had work to do there, people he missed. Family and friends both. "How about we start trying? Might drive everyone else crazy."

"That sounds like a plan." And considering he'd tried just about everything else, supernatural methods aside being that he was a more science-oriented being, why not? "We should hold weekly discussions. Maybe the aliens'll get a clue or two or twelve."

"My place or yours?" He let himself chuckle that time, there was no point in hiding it. "Somehow I only see it backfiring."

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